User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20130628155739/@comment-1298206-20150418064325

''"Grimear" wades slowly to shore and steps out onto the sandy beach. The hare removes wrings the coattails of his uniform and kicks one footpad at a time as he attempts to dry himself off. Noting the vermin tents nearby, he joins Feffle behind the boulder.'' "They can't be too far from 'ere." Keeping his eyes on the vermin tents, a strange glimmer in his eye, he speaks to the younger hare. "Careful now. It wouldn't do us well at all to be seen, eh?"